Renard sur une porte de temple aux premières lueurs de l’aube
Prompt
At dawn, a fox pauses on a vermilion temple gate, its fur a living pointillist masterpiece of auburn and white dots that seem to tremble in the rising light, while behind it the entire world dissolves into a Hokusai-inspired dreamscape—pagoda roofs curve like breaking waves, pine trees twist like calligraphy strokes, and the horizon line bleeds into a thousand tiny dots of gold and mist.
